Many times, we never miss something until it is no longer available. I do not want that to happen to me concerning God’s grace and mercy in my life.

As long as I can remember, and at my age that does not go back very far,
I have always been an early riser. I do not like to stay in bed any
longer than I have to. So much I want to do and so little time I need
an early start every day.
I have always used Benjamin Franklin's motto for myself, “Early to bed
and early to rise makes one healthy, wealthy and wise.” Unfortunately,
my early to bed and early to rise maybe has made me healthy, but
certainly not wealthy or wise.
This past week an event happened that challenged my “early to rise”
regimen.
As usual, I rose early and headed for the kitchen for my cup of coffee.
There is no way I can start a day without first indulging in my early
morning cup of Joe. Nothing starts the day off better than a hot cup of
coffee.
I am not sure who invented coffee, but I sure would like to buy them a
cup of coffee and shake their hand. People, who do not really know any
better, complain that coffee is bad for your health. Believe me when I
say the absence of my coffee is bad for everybody's health around me.
I go to bed early dreaming of that first cup of coffee when I rise.
Stumbling to the kitchen, I stubbed my toe twice walking down the
hallway and then tried to turn on the kitchen lights. I am very careful
to be quiet so as to not awaken the other resident in the house. She is
the sort of person that needs her rest. I am the kind of person that
wants her to have all the rest she can get. Therefore, I tried to
quietly go to the kitchen and turn on the coffee pot.
When I flipped the light switch, nothing happened. I mumbled to myself
that the light bulb probably burnt out. Have you ever noticed that that
happens when you need the light the most? How many times does a light
bulb go out during the day?
I tried several light switches in the kitchen and the dining room and
none worked. “Well,” I thought to myself, “I will start the coffee.” I
fumbled my way to where the coffee pot was and turned the switch on.
Nothing happened.
I then went to turn on the TV to catch some early news and nothing
happened.
There was no electricity at all in the house. My challenge was to make
sure the electricity works before my wife got up. I could not let her
know that we had no electricity.
Nothing I did restored any kind of electricity in our house.
Then it happened.
My wife came stumbling down the hallway and the first thing out of her
mouth was, “Turn the lights on.”
I explained to her that there was no electricity and nothing was working
in the house.
The next thing out of her mouth was, “Did you pay the electric bill?”
That did occur to me and there was a good probability that I had not
paid the electric bill.
Fortunately, I had my cell phone and was able to call the electric
company only to find out that the electricity in our neighborhood was
out and the restoration in our neighborhood was estimated to be at
around 10 o'clock.
How in the world can I survive without my cup of coffee until 10 o'clock
in the morning? The whole world is in danger!
I never realized how important electricity was. I just took it for
granted, paid the bill every month and just enjoyed the appliances and
the lights and most important of all, the coffee pot.
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